| It’s been a long day coming, seems like it’ll go on
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| Your window is open to the night and your coffee’s still warm
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| You’re feeling good now, looking well
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| Being soothed by the sound of the Christchurch bells
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| As the hours turn, you can hear them
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| They’ll be ringing time
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| John, he lives in this town, repairs old watches and clocks
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| They don’t give him much time, no, he doesn’t know what’s gone wrong
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| He keeps on moving on this lonely road from hell
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| Asking for forgiveness underneath Christchurch bells
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| As the hours turn, you can hear them
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| They’ll be ringing time
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| Still the hours turn, you can hear them
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| As the time goes by, go by
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| Sunsets over the city, clouds are rising
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| And you can see clear up to the night time sky
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| And if you’re feeling precious, you want to do well
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| Think of others, ask for a prayer underneath Christchurch bells
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| As the hours turn, you can hear them
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| They’ll be ringing time
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| Still the hours turn, you can hear them
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| As the time goes by, go by
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| You can hear them and they’re ringing
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| As the time goes by |